The Doctor: Not yet. Hello, I’m the doctor. Just wanted to see the new laser wooshy thingie.

Luke: It’s a lightsaber.

The Doctor: Sounds fancy. I prefer things more sonic and less melty.

Luke: Sonic?

The Doctor: Can you open doors with yours?

Luke: I can open doors with my brain.

The Doctor: Alright, no need to brag. Personally, I think all you need is this…

[Pulls out sonic screwdriver]

Luke: Is that a blaster of some sort?

The Doctor: Well…nothing that ostentatious. It’s more of a screwdriver that blinks.

Luke: I don’t think I’d want to face Darth Vader with a screwdriver.

The Doctor: Heyyy. Don’t be too sure. You could totally mess with his breathey thingie. Try using the Force when your respirator is shooting helium up your nose. And forget that deep intimidating voice. Darth Chipmunk they’ll call him then.

Luke: Do you mind? I have someplace to be.

The Doctor: Oh right. Big confrontation with Jabba. He’s a bit chubby, don’t you think? Of course with a name like Jabba you kind of expect that.

Luke: You know Jabba the Hut?

The Doctor: I wouldn’t say I “know” him. We played a game of space tennis once. Giant worms are surprisingly swift if you take gravity out of the situation.

Bleep bloop deedle doot blarp

The Doctor: OH HOW CUTE! A little bleepy robot! Hello little guy.

Doot deet bleep bleep doot doot doot

The Doctor: Noooooo. YOU ARE KIDDING. His father???? I didn’t see that coming. Wait till he finds out who his sister is.